A Week With My Thoughts

If I asked you about last week, what would you tell me?

 

The house is still very quiet, even my ‘mews’ is too bewildered at my early rustling around to consider begging for those little morsels of kitty crack, known as ‘treats.’

Peering through the window to the world, there are no glowing eyes of the usual vehicular madness that usually traverse the mazes of cement around my domicile.  Much like half-finished portraits of presidents to other notorieties, many of my characters are frozen in time awaiting some form of life from their creator.

Steam rises from the cup of elixir warming my digits as I stand in my miniature oasis among the rest of the city dwellers who are still capturing what their imaginary worlds have to offer.  An occasional raptor of the skies, still perched in the canopy overhead either tells me good morning or perhaps is telling me to come closer, so it too can bless me or perhaps target my cup full of caffeine.

A week of this solitude you would think my characters would be solving the world’s problems or perhaps fighting the aliens in some undiscovered parts of the galaxy.

The unknowns of the world lie hidden deep in the microscopic world around us.  Waiting to attack with surgical precision much like miniature IED’s, they are carried by almost anything that moves or they simply lie in wait, much like that tic in the forest.

The usual activities we enjoy are now suspect.  Should I? Could I?  Is it wise to?

All the while our usual haunts are suffering by our trepidations or perhaps ‘suggested activities’ while we wait for the all-clear.  The world waits and watches but nobody is at the helm.  The taxman or bill collector is blind to the uncertainties of the world, there is a balance sheet and the bottom line is the final stop, for those that were spared this time.

Stories of voices now silenced, permeate the imaginations of most, and panic the hell out of the spirits of many.

What if?

We have faced this before.

We no longer sing Ring around the Rosie or fill their pockets with posies.  Ashes, not so much, but the falling down will certainly apply in some parts of the world, where deep trenches are carved into the earth to hold the forms of the many, who will now reside in photos, memories, and the hearts of those left behind.

Echoes from sphincters emanating from lofty ivory barbicans, rail at those who seek to hold back the crimson tide, pointing their bent digits at their efforts.  It is they who do the devils bidding, herding the masses into those resting places while awaiting the sneak attack of some invisible assailant. They cause us to mock those trying to help us, in an effort to destroy what is left of the tapestry of humanity.

There is a higher power in control but, the lambs must look up from the next blade of grass while ignoring Satan’s henchmen on the rubicund State-Run propaganda Network.   The clueless threadbare statues uttering lies and innuendo created by the puppet masters become reverberations of the hypnotists.

The noise disappears with the touch of a button as my furry comfort creature hops in my lap taking her rightful place just below the keyboard.  The familiar vibrations comfort my soul as another sip of coffee slowly causes the blues to drift away.

The world is out there waiting for your tickling of the letters to form words, phrases, and uplifting sentiment while shunning the devil, not allowing him a win over you.

This epistle of sorts culminates the days and nights which preceded today.  There is a glow in the east and yes, it is light from that yonder window and no, it is not Juliet or Romeo.  Today marks the beginning of another day in which to leave my indelible mark on the hearts of many.  I am here.

 

Much Love -TW

Do it now!

Listen to that little voice, call them tonight not tomorrow.

I should be telling you about my latest project to get you excited about it as I am.

I should be spending time with my characters, making sure that they are not naughty.

I should be doing a lot of things that make me more productive.

Today I did none of those things.  I got up at my usual time, got dressed in drab clothing fit for the somber event that was hastily scheduled for today, and headed downtown to mourn in public.

The weather participated in the event, making sure that everyone was wet and cold.

A few weeks ago, one of my friends was going to be in town and suggested we get together for lunch.  That is an easy decision to make as this person was a beacon of light on a cloudy day like today.  Our schedules did not match up this time…

You notice I said ‘was.’

A few days ago, I got word he died of a heart attack.

I write about heart issues, but I don’t write about physical heart issues.  I write of love and torment but not about clogged arteries, high blood pressure, and of course, high cholesterol.

Not many would read a novel about such things, but, a love lost would garner your attention.

Today, friends of mine who loyally read these blogs, I have something for you to do.  Actually, I have a few things I would like you to consider.

Firstly, if not for you than for your family and friends, make sure your health is in check.  Many don’t take that stuff seriously, and they should.

Next, make sure that your loved ones do the same thing.

Finally, don’t put off calling on your friends, family, and so on, as you never know when the bell will toll.

We all contribute to that butterfly effect.  What you do in Mumbai or San Francisco will have an impact on others in distant places.  This very blog is read in countries and areas I have never been but would love to go, just to meet those of you who spend your time reading it.

I read many of your blogs.  While we may never meet in person, I feel like I know many of you.  Some of you have such a beautiful soul.   You honor me by spending time on my site.

Today I said goodbye to a good friend, the likes of which I will never see again.  I have many friends, each of them, like yourselves, is different.  You are each unique and bring to the table a sense of wonderment, joy and your personality that I love to experience.  When I write these posts, I love to see who liked it, who commented, and read about what is going on in your lives.

This fellow was like that.  He had a servant’s heart, and was a model for many; that light has faded away.  There are no do-overs when you don’t take the time today to go have that lunch or dinner or just talk on the phone.  When the Bell tolls, you waited too long.

I was speaking with a young man who waited too long to tell this lady how he felt about her.  She stopped waiting, and someone else found her.

That sounds like the stuff of Hallmark or Harlequin, but…You can and should think outside the box.

We, as people, are still about ownership.  We marry because we want to own that person.  It is archaic and backward thinking.

Plug for Saga of the Starduster.

We don’t have to own anyone to enjoy them.  Firstly, there is no ownership of anyone.  Yes, you can exchange vows and rings but in the end, if you abuse one another those nuptials will vaporize like Jelly beans in a room full of two-year-olds.

There are many ways to enjoy someone without carnal expressions being part of the mix.  That friend I lost today was married, had children, and I cherished the time we spent together.

Many of you who write from your heart, much like this blog, are sharing an intimate part of yourselves with many.  Carl Sagan said if you want to know someone, read what they wrote.

In my novels, the characters are me.  That is so true and so telling.  We share our most intimate thoughts and feelings as I am today.

You do that as well, and I applaud you.

Make time for each other, and take care of yourself.  There is only one you and even if you feel totally bereft of love,  whatever your circumstances, I do offer love on this blog.

When I sign ‘much love,’ it is from the heart.

Take care of yourself.  Much love -TW